INT. LIVING ROOM – NIGHT
Dim light spills across the room.
A phone screen glows in the darkness.
Music pulses faintly from its speakers.
LARRY stands still, frozen, staring at the screen in his hand.
On it — a flashy music video.
Bright lights. Loud beats.
BROOKE and DESTINY — dancing, performing, smiling like nothing matters.
Larry’s grip tightens around the phone.
His jaw locks.
His eyes burn with disbelief.
LARRY (under his breath)
…No.
Across the room, BROOKE stands near the couch.
Still. Silent.
Her hands slightly trembling.
She watches Larry carefully.
Fear already creeping into her eyes.
Larry hits pause.
The music cuts instantly.
The silence that follows is suffocating.
Slowly… he lifts his gaze from the phone.
Looks at Brooke.
A long, heavy stare.
LARRY
What… is this?
Brooke swallows hard.
She takes a small step forward.
Then stops.
BROOKE
Larry, I can explain—
LARRY (cutting her off, sharp)
Explain?
He lets out a short, bitter laugh.
Shakes his head.
LARRY
You’re in a music video.
He lifts the phone again, showing her the frozen frame.
Her face on screen.
Confident. Carefree.
Completely different from the girl standing in front of him now.
LARRY
Dancing… smiling… like this is some kind of joke.
Brooke looks down.
She can’t meet his eyes.
BROOKE
It’s not what you think—
LARRY (voice rising)
Then what is it?!
The room echoes with his anger.
Brooke flinches.
Instinctively.
She steps back.
Her back nearly hits the wall.
BROOKE
I didn’t mean for you to find out like this—
Larry stares at her.
That line hits something deeper.
His expression hardens.
LARRY
Find out?
A beat.
LARRY
So you were just… never going to tell me?
Brooke hesitates.
That hesitation says everything.
Larry exhales slowly.
But there’s no calm in it.
Only controlled fury.
LARRY
How long?
No response.
LARRY (firmer)
How long, Brooke?
BROOKE (quiet, breaking)
A few weeks…
Larry looks away for a second.
Processing.
Then back at her.
Sharper now.
LARRY
Weeks.
He nods to himself.
A cold realization settling in.
LARRY
And Destiny?
He glances at the phone again.
The paused image of Brooke and Destiny laughing mid-performance.
LARRY
She’s part of this too?
Brooke nods slightly.
Afraid to even speak.
BROOKE
It was just… something small. It wasn’t supposed to—
LARRY (interrupting, intense)
It wasn’t supposed to what? Matter?
He steps closer.
Slow. Measured.
Each step makes Brooke retreat further.
LARRY
You don’t just end up in a music video by accident.
Brooke’s breathing quickens.
Her voice trembles.
BROOKE
I needed something of my own…
That stops him for a moment.
A flicker of something passes through his eyes.
But it disappears just as quickly.
Replaced by anger again.
LARRY
So you lied?
Brooke shakes her head immediately.
BROOKE
I didn’t lie— I just—
She struggles to find the words.
Fails.
LARRY
You hid it.
Silence.
That word lands heavier than anything else.
Brooke’s eyes well up.
BROOKE
I was scared.
Larry scoffs softly.
Not amused.
Not sympathetic.
Just… disappointed.
LARRY
Scared of what?
A beat.
Brooke finally looks up at him.
Honest. Vulnerable.
BROOKE
Of this.
She gestures between them.
The anger. The tension.
Larry freezes.
For a split second… he sees it.
Her fear.
Real. Raw.
But his pride doesn’t let him soften.
Not now.
He lifts the phone again.
Looks at the screen.
Then locks eyes with her.
LARRY
You should’ve been.
The words hit hard.
Brooke steps back again.
Now fully cornered.
Tears slip down her cheeks.
She doesn’t wipe them.
Doesn’t move.
BROOKE (softly)
I didn’t think you’d understand…
Larry’s expression turns cold.
LARRY
You didn’t even give me the chance.
A long pause.
Heavy.
Unresolved.
The distance between them feels wider than the room itself.
Larry lowers the phone slowly.
But his gaze never leaves her.
LARRY
Why did you do it?
This time… his voice is quieter.
But sharper.
More dangerous.
Brooke’s lips tremble.
She opens her mouth—
But no words come out.
Because the truth…
Is more complicated than either of them is ready for.
Larry watches her.
Waiting.
But patience is running thin.
The silence stretches.
Breaks.
But not with answers.
Only with the sound of everything falling apart.
FADE OUT.